Catmas is such an exciting time of year!
But with so many things to do, it can become very hectic, and it’s all too easy to feel overwhelmed by it all. To prevent undue stress, the Furkids team put together this guide to what’s portant in prepping for Catmas.
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That was wonderful Michelle! Thank you!
You are very welcome, Marie!
Purrfect
Thank you for the cat-wrapping video, but it leaves out how to find a cat that will stay still. Kitty-strength Valium, perhaps?! 😘
Catnip? 🤔 Whatever it is, that cat is amazing! My Loula would never stand for it!
I love this! Soooo sweeet!!!
Decades ago, when I was in my 30s and not yet agnostic I got home from Christmas Eve services just in the nick of time. When Sparky (my spaniel) didn’t greet me at the door I assumed he was in the backyard (there was a pet door) so without a word I hung up my coat and walked down the short hall into the ‘greatroom’ and past my dining room table. To the left in the ‘living” portion was the corner in which my tree sat, alll decorated and lit up. There was also an armchair (it was a deep recess due to the stairs) near the edge and between the two was a shelf with a few pegs on it. From which hung the Christmas stockings. (I never had the heart to throw out Corky’s after he crossed the Rainbow Bridge). Sparky couldn’t read of course but HIS stocking had some goodies in it. And he’d evidently figured that out!
His concentration was so intense he never heard me come in or the door close. I saw him perched on the arm of the chair closet to the tree and between it and the tree were those stockings. His head kept moving back and forth between the two – clearly he was trying to figure out if he could make the jump UP to the stockings but worried about his momentum bouncing him off the wall and into the tree. It was a sight to see but when I saw him hunch down on his back legs I knew he was going to “go for it” so I grabbed him.
He was too stunned at first to get angry but then bared his teeth until he realized it was ME. He scrambled out of my arms and ran outside, figuring he was in deep shit with me. I was laughing too hard to be pissed. So hard my eyes watered and my sides started to hurt. I managed to get to the back door and pull the curtain and open the sliding part of the door. Only after Sparky saw me laughing did he relax but not enough to come back in. So I went to the kitchen and got him a few doggie treats to give to him in the backyard.
After he came back inside I took the stockings down. Then got out a hammer and nails and remounted that little display on the OTHER side of the greatroom. Nothing on either side close enough where he could try something like that again. Seeing some of these pictures I wonder what I’d have come home to had I not come home quickly after church!
Well, with Thanksgiving in the rearview mirror it’s time to turn to Christmas. Still a little early for me but most folks are already there. I was thinking if you haven’t already toyed with the idea of you using the song “Mr. Sandman” but replacing Sandman with something like Cat-Mom or some other term. Just a thought.
That’s a fabulous memory, Denis! I was laughing out loud as I read it! 😂🤣😂
The Furkids do have a Mr Sandman singalong; we’ll reprise it in the new year sometime.
But I love the idea of replacing Sandman with Cat-Mom. It reminds me of an aria the Furkids rewrote… come to think of it, that song would fit well into the Catmas season. Hmmm… I think you just solved the weekly problem of what-shall-we-do-next-Sunday? Stay tuned!